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[mrballisticsdummy]

"Lark. We were both with him," he says softly. "I'll - I'll tell you everything later." When he can think. When he can breathe.

[statementfuckingends]

He nods, and gives Jacobi a gentle squeeze before he lets go.

"Want your bed back?"

[mrballisticsdummy]

"No. You need it more than me right now." He flops back down on the blankets on the floor. "And you look like you hog the blankets anyway."

[statementfuckingends]

"Fucking slander," he mumbles, but it's almost a smile. It takes effort, and more pain, but he manages to roll onto his stomach to give his screaming back a break from the pressure and textures. His arm stays flopped off the bed, fingers brushing Jacobi's blanket. But he lets himself slip back into exhaustion, his next words a trailing mumble. "'m a bloody gentleman..."

[mrballisticsdummy]

"And I snore," he mutters, reaching over to take Tim's hand in his own as the world spins. He closes his eyes and tries to rest.